The Sorcerer Zargul, the damned Darvion, the Vast-Whatever Empire, and the Continuous-Farting Empire...
All of those things had begun to seem incredibly small, insignificant problems occupying tiny corners of an endlessly larger picture that Robin had been forced to glimpse over the past few months.
"...?" Caesar found Robin's question and expression strange when the topic of Mid Sector 101 came up, especially because the old man rarely spoke about ongoing wars with such detached indifference unless something much larger was occupying his thoughts.
So he turned completely toward him.
"Hey, I know that look. Don't make any impulsive decisions you'll regret."
"Relax." Robin chuckled. "I was just thinking that their situation has dragged on for too long, that's all."
